Su Mo stood on a small earthen mound in a grey-white robe, his gaze piercing and bright as he met everyone's eyes.
The people gathered here were mostly martial artists of the Martial Emperor Realm, and those whose cultivation had reached the high-stage Martial Emperor realm were everywhere.
Only a very small fraction of the people were Martial Venerable realm powerheads, and most of these individuals were elders leading the geniuses of their respective factions.
Amidst the endless sea of people, Su Mo spotted many other races, such as the Blood Eyed Tribe members with their blood-red eyes—though he did not spot any members of the Tianming Star Witch Tribe—along with the powerful Giant Spirit Tribe, Flying Spirit Tribe, and Black Scale Tribe, who presumably had not yet arrived.
After sizing things up for a short while, Su Mo simply crossed his legs and sat down directly, ignoring the countless gazes fixed upon him as he meditated and adjusted his breath.
The crowd looked Su Mo over for a moment before losing interest.
Neither did anyone step forward to challenge Su Mo; although this was a good opportunity to defeat Su Mo and prove oneself, the True Saint Realm was about to open soon, rendering such challenges meaningless.
Obtaining a good battle record in the True Saint Realm, acquiring True Saint Qi, and leaving one's name on the True Saint Tablet were the best opportunities to prove oneself.
In the past, anyone who could leave their name on the True Saint Tablet subsequently shook the Ancient Spirit Star River and commanded universal reverence.
It could be said that as long as one could leave their name on the True Saint Tablet, the chance of advancing to the Martial Saint realm in the future would be greatly increased.
Su Mo quieted